Aanyx slowly bit into her peach, savoring its flavor as she leaned over the large titanium table. The lights above her swung, their yellowish glow dancing over the maps sprawled over the tabletop. Concentrating orbs of seaweed traced a path marked in white chalk, forefinger of her right hand tapping the animal skin.
Eight orbs—each labled with a world name—connected the path, next to each a roman numeral. Aanyx bit into the peach again, chewing thoughtfully as she looked over the map. Their route thus far had been nothing short of random, jumping from one orbit to the next and back again. Yet they seemed to steer clear of the Outer Rim…
Flipping through the maps, she pulled one from the bottom, smoothing over its surface. Occording to the King's records, there was no Outer Rim. But that was impossible—Three of the Princesses of Heart had worlds there…
Sighing in aggravation the Nobody rubbed her eyes of sleep. She glanced at the control panel, checking to make sure they were on course to Port Royal. It had taken some heavy persuasion on her part to even be allowed to drive, much less plot their courses. The trio of do-good-ers had agreed that it would be pointless to search world's they'd already visited, and seeing as Aanyx knew more worlds than they, it was only fitting for her to pilot.
Axel's words echoed for the billionth time through her head. Luxord in Port Royal Next. But the Gambler of Fate had done more than prove he was on her side. Of course, Jarreth's persistent sight of all sides was no help either. She was told to go with her best friend's Somebody and she foolishly believed the King. Maybe it was time to…what was that phrase? Hoist the Colors?
How fitting, considering where they were going.
Aanyx glanced at the small dagger in her hand before standing and thrusting it into the map, directly over the world marked 'port royal—x?' Allowing herself a small chuckle she returned to her room to plan it out, leaving the dagger's ornate skull-tipped handle to glisten in the swinging lamp light.